Sunday, December 14, 2014

PW rules my world.

especially today.




She made a good go for a weeping willow
Closed all the windows and made herself a pillow
As her limbs clung to the ground
She lay her head down

Her hair was dirty in February
She was thirty in 1963
A thousand seconds more
On the oven door
She took a long deep breath
While her babies slept

Made a good go for a weeping willow

With a cold, fixed stare
She's cursed with insight
And you can't repair
She's broken inside

She made a good go for a weeping willow
She closed the windows and made herself a pillow
And took a long deep breath
While her babies slept
And the Cadillac creeps
In your body bag

And her blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag
Blacks crackle and drag

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

staggering heights


i'm a screaming picturesque
of a solitary row
imagine all the friends you sold     
i'll be the Shepard's coat
and maybe we can reconcile the crest
because because you won't  afford

wear our navy drags
and call it what you used to (do)
pale the marilyns
and sleep with all the ghosts you can
leave your bags behind
the authors are all out of wind
(begging closer to the edge)

i'm a primadonna courted
by the shells of  feeling low
there was there was a friend you called
we'll scale the prison talk
and burn all of the paper surround
the townies know you're spreading thin

wear our navy drags
and call it what you used to (do)
pale the marilyns
and sleep with all the ghosts you can
leave your bags behind
the authors are all out of wind
(begging closer to the edge)

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

you have gone on.

quite honestly and less vaguely
i am at arms length
to hindsight and emotional reckoning
trying to understand
where we found ourselves lost from
our happiest explorations

left behind the candid dispersal
long nights
filled with dreams and idiosyncrasies
late night petaled lips
and carefully rewarding phone calls

i just want to know you're all right.

but time kills all joy
stews in the obsolete
craves what once was

i was a murder to your crow
a wave in the ocean of your denial
unfinished business
unresolved factions

rebound from books pulled at the seams
trivial pursuant
pretending that this was much less serious
than what you led on

we didn't define things
let our hands do the talking
and our eyes averted
always staring down some other prize

carefree and careless
easy going down the rabbit hole
never to return
to the state of understatement and coarse levees

you could have been a queen
raised up glasses
and made up beds

slept it all away

gave it all way

in the silence and disappearances

pushed it all away

in all honesty
bloodshed and broken promises
this is what you do, you said

there is only so much leeway you can give yourself
to surrender to the same vices and anxieties
repeat cyclist
inevitable scrutiny

we've seen our rooms
dirty and whole
with no apologies
just explanations

and yet, after all the tongue ties
the court dates
the exasperated hours

you still walked away from all of this
with no apologies
no explanations

just brick & mortar.





Thursday, November 6, 2014

haunt

and then i fell asleep to your voice in the distance,
quivering away, reminding, of what you used to be..

in love and inspired,
silent and subtly supportive,
making keep with the winds and timepieces.

scratching the surface, sounding like radio static, just like the ghosts we once were, here to haunt our memories.

i can hear the motorcycles across the interstates,
and the soft white noise of the city,
burning our ears like privied conversations
we were never meant to hear.

so i lay here awake,
waiting for the words
that are never sung
only accented
as harmonies and pauses
of the muses we caused.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

title owned by deft vehicle tragedies

here i trail the trachea
of bourbony traced etymology
sacrilege pleasures
of a lonely widower

and you try try try
to keep your insides in
from falling out
like supple slips of pedestrian leftover language

road kill
clever nuisance dirt poor cup drips

this is the cornered cold front
unprepared impediments
and stretched out deadlines

should have just left it alone
should have left me rained in

the signs were there
the telephones heavy
stale cribbage
pompous high end fixtures

impromptu placement of inanimate objects
lesser read criteria
borrowed time and toothbrushes

if you're better off, let's fold our hands
cross our legs
clench our fists
shuffle our feet

day one in the first defense
cracking whips and taking blame
carousels and merry go roustabouts
you're a perfect maybe lean day pacifist

keep the ball solely
for the game
and the game only

you're a chess peace
and i'm the king of splashes.

Friday, October 24, 2014

you don't

deserve this

deserve me

deserve us

disservice to it all

drunk and fishing for some invisible handout

while it stood in front of you all along.

goodbye to the fuzz

hello claritas

down and dirt grieved

shoes soiled

friends passed over

due diligence and secretarial work

stay for awhile

and drink someone else's life.





Monday, October 20, 2014

pills.

we could line the walls 
with perfect paragraphs
still the exits
are best described;
manic regiments
and time continuum martyrs
in abraxas we are all in-tact

come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills
til im pushin daises
on a monday, monday

skirt in with your mother
coming down from the rafters
im the panic in your pageant praise
storming the pariah
meant to lead in with dis-taste
all the mockery you set aside 

come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills
til im pushin daises
on a monday, monday

come on see me darling
i'm a mess in a party dress
im addressed to your stark ends
i could swallow pills til
the morning after
or next.